‘My Lover’, the title read. And there was no author’s name.The story went as follows:-Once upon a time, there lived two lovers. Their names were Mark and Wendy. They had been together for seven years and were high school sweethearts.Mark was the sweetest guy that Wendy could ever ask for. He had a nice personality, he had a stable, good-paying job, and they also lived together in an apartment, contributing to the costs equally.Wendy was also living her best life with a loving boyfriend and the career of her dreams.But like all good things, they were all bound to end.One day, Mark brought home a strange fruit. He told Wendy that he found it in the bag of apples that he bought from the market. It must’ve been misplaced by the vendor somehow.The fruit was oddly-shaped, like a longer version of an apple. Only, it was thinner. Its color also resembled an apple, red and juicy.Thinking that it must’ve been a coincidental deformation, Mark and Wendy shrugged it off. After washing the
When Matthew entered the villa, there was silence.As the bodyguards brought in Allison’s things one by one towards one of the guest rooms as he had instructed, Matthew went upstairs to look for her.He raised a hand to knock on her bedroom door, but decided against it afterwards.She was probably asleep at this time or doing something that she needed to do alone. After all, she only closed her door like this whenever she wanted some privacy.She did mention that she was going to read that novel…Perhaps it would be impolite to disturb her right now. After all, she shouldn’t be under any heavy stress while preparing for the next treatment phase.Matthew took a step back and went into his study where he placed the briefcase on the bed. He locked the door for good measure and, with trembling hands, opened it.He sat on the edge of the bed, reading through every document with glassy eyes. He stared at the ultrasound photos with an intense gaze, as though trying to burn them into his memo
“I… I can’t, Matt,” Allison said, shaking her head vehemently. “I can’t do this…”“Lise, you have to talk to me about this,” Matthew said, trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible. He didn’t want her to think that he hated her or anything. “You can’t just keep this to yourself forever. Don’t you think I need to know about this, too?”Allison bit her lower lip, still having that uncertain look on her face. She looked torn, as though wondering how she could possibly get out of this situation.However, Matthew had no intention of letting her go. This had been going on for too long. Keeping secrets stubbornly would only take a toll on her over time.Same for him as well. They would only get stuck in this loop of uncertainty, a twisted, vicious cycle that stemmed from doubts and a lack of trust and understanding.“I know, Mattie… It’s just…” Allison let out a deep breath. “It’s so hard for me to say…”Matthew stared at her for a moment before gesturing towards the bed. “Maybe we shou
“You can’t keep beating yourself up over it, Lise,” Matthew said softly. “You’ll only feel worse.”“But I didn’t tell you,” Allison insisted. “If you didn’t confront me like this today, I’m not sure I ever would’ve…”Matthew held her to him tightly, as if trying to send her some warmth through his embrace.“That’s why we have to talk about what happened. Let it all out, Lise. I’m listening.” He smiled, and it was melancholic. “She was my daughter too, you know,” he added gently.Allison fell silent for a while.Matthew didn’t press her any further. After all, things like this took time. It wouldn’t do for him to pressure her.There was no rush. There were still hours left before the next day.Matthew kept on caressing the back of her head, feeling surprised at just how much he missed this. This was probably the most intimate that they had ever been ever since they crossed paths again after years since the divorce.He used to hold her much tighter than this, used to cup her face with h
“Lise…” Matthew began carefully. “If it’s something that you don’t wish to tell me…”Allison shook her head vehemently. “Please, Mattie,” she said imploringly, sounding like she was on the verge of crying once more. “I don’t want to tell this to you. Not… Not yet. It’s not… not important…”She was fumbling with her words. She wasn’t prepared, and she really seemed like she didn’t want him to know about it.He was overly concerned, but if it was something personal, then he didn’t really have the right to prod her about it. He simply came here to ask about their daughter, their baby that she willingly kept from him for years. He wanted to know the truth of the matter, and he got it in the end. He liked to believe that he managed to take the burden and guilt off Allison’s shoulders as well.He was still worried about what she mentioned in her letters, though. He made a mental note to himself to ask her more about it, but he had to approach the issue very gently. He needed to be careful a
That night, Allison couldn’t sleep.After her talk with Matthew earlier, he said that he’d like to get some fresh air tomorrow, so they would be visiting the Miracle Well that he mentioned to her last time. Allison still thought that it was childish to go all the way to some magical well that granted people’s desperate wishes, but she did know that she needed to go outside and feel the sun on her face.Her current condition was delicate, so they had to be careful. Matthew proposed that they come in the early hours of the morning so that there would barely be other people there.Allison agreed. Even though she would still be wearing a hat and a coat with a hood, she was still very self-conscious about her appearance. After all, people were curious creatures.Allison wasn’t very proud of her hair loss, but it was more because she was sick and in a precarious position between life and death instead of superficial reasons like her appearance. She hated being weak and vulnerable in front o
They arrived at the Garden of Livia in fifteen minutes. Allison had gotten so preoccupied with staring out the window that she didn’t realize they had already arrived at their destination.Blushing, she lowered her head as she exited the car, with the chauffeur graciously opening the door for her. “Sorry… I got distracted,” she said sheepishly.Matthew chuckled. “It’s nothing for you to apologize about,” he assured. He then looked around, a satisfied expression on his face. “The air is pretty nice here, right?”Allison stepped forward, fascinated by her surroundings. There was a large, silver gate ahead, indicating the entrance. There was a guard post at the side, presumably to take written logs of the visitors or tourists. Other than that, she felt like she was surrounded by nature itself.Flowers, shrubs, bushes, and trees were everywhere, making it seem like a magical place. The faint sunlight shone on the grass, the sky a bright blue.The two of them entered with a bodyguard follo
Matthew remembered it clearly back then.The time when Allison started to trust him.Years ago, when he first read that story in her notebook, she told him that she had written the story on a whim. When he expressed his interest in the plot, she asked if he would like to read the next part.So, during one of their tutoring sessions, she gingerly handed him the notebook when they took a ten-minute break.“What’s this?” he asked her. “A new study manual?”Allison didn’t say anything, which was a little odd. Nevertheless, Matthew took the notebook and opened it.It was then that he understood.She had written the continuation and wanted him to read it. She also probably wanted to hear his thoughts.So he read it without hesitation.-The sight of the gray cat on the bed where Mark was supposed to be startled Wendy so much that she almost fell off the bed.“What in the world?” she said, her fingers trembling as she picked up the pajamas that Mark had worn just now. There was no way that s